Jessica, for many years, thought that life was a game. She was always playing the “odds” and most of the time, wining. This treating life as a game began when she was around five years old. Her dad was always saying, “Come on, Jessica! You can do it! You can beat the odds!” Often, he would lay down a one or five dollar bill when they were out taking a walk in the park, just so she could pick it up and be surprised. Of course, this had her thinking that life was a game filled with monetary and material things, that were hers for the taking.
So, at the age of twenty-five, she was still going strong and working at a local bank as a cashier. She loved the work because she was constantly dealing with money and those who had a lot of it.
She was also blest with the president of Fourth Bank of America, Walter Ames, who thought she was one of the brightest women he’d run across in a long time and certainly, one of the prettiest. Walter knew Jessica’s dad, George Wonder, and they were always discussing the many talents and attributes of Jessica.
But, all of those good feelings and promises of a bright tomorrow for Jessica changed one cold but bright November day.
You see, Jessica had a plan that she had been developing for years. She knew everything about Fourth Bank of America—when security came to pick up the money, when the security guards were on and then off, duty, the employees and their habits and exactly how and when cash and jewels could be taken from the bank, without alarms going off and police hurrying to the scene.
It was on that November day that she began putting her scheme in motion and take much of the bank’s assets.
Everything had been planned and she was ready that bright Tuesday, November morning. She had stayed late the night before, saying that she wanted to spend extra time in the evening to finish her project for the bank. She was a valued and trusted employee and good old Walter trusted her completely, even though it went against all the rules and regulations at the bank to allow an employee special access to the bank all alone in the evening hours.
Around 7:30 in the morning she arrived at the bank, used her special and elite pass-key and entered the front door. She smiled as she looked over the bank, not seeing any hindrances or anything out of order. This would be so easy, like taking candy from a baby.
She put down her purse and jacket, took out her key to the vault—knowing that a special password and formula would open the vault without any problems and proceeded with her secret plan.
The vault opened up easily and in she walked with her large over-sized bags. She began piling in the goodies of cash and jewels and was enjoying every minute of it. That is, until she heard the front door of the bank, open.
She spoke in hushed words, “Who could that possibly be at this hour?" She knew from experience that no one arrived at the bank until 8:30. She let down the bags of jewels and money and peeked out the vault.
It was James Levinson, a bank employee and good friend of Walter Ames. Known as “Suck-up, Jimmy,” he walked in as if he owned the bank. Immediately, he caught sight of Jessica and cried out, “So, Jessica! What are you doing inside the vault?”
She backed away from the door, gathered up the bags of money and jewels, retrieved a snub-nose gun from her purse and waited…
She could hear him come closer to the vault and so she continued the wait…It sounded like he was running, in a crouched, hurried way but she could see nothing. Before she could do anything, the vault door was slammed shut. After that, she heard nothing; at least not for a good 15 minutes. That’s when the police arrived and found a very tired and worn out Jessica. Her plan of stealing, over!
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